Cloud Factories

We left the party at half past nine
Our friends are all out getting high
And the night is cold and miserable
But you’ve never looked so beautiful

With your jacket pulled up to your chin
Raindrops clinging to your skin
And your eyes are full of shooting stars
Reflected headlights from passing cars

And the cloud factories way up high
Paint a grey-smoke sunrise in the sky
And it comes to carry you away
With red ribbons and a black bouquet

I pass your gravestone on my way to school
Beside a white fence backyard swimming pool
Get to class, calm my shaking bruised up jaw
Fall asleep behind books about algebra

And i dream about a world where we both wake up
With sleepy eyes and coffee cups
And the cloud factories way up high
Paint pictures of us in the sky